Veil of Midnight (Midnight Breed #5)
Lara Adrian

Bound by blood, addicted to danger, they’ll enter the darkest—and most erotic—place of all.
A warrior trained in bullets and blades, Renata cannot be bested by any man—vampire or mortal. But her most powerful weapon is her extraordinary psychic ability—a gift both rare and deadly. Now a stranger threatens her hard-won independence—a golden-haired vampire who lures her into a realm of darkness…and pleasure beyond imagining. 
A combat-loving adrenaline junkie, Nikolai dispenses his own justice to enemies of the Breed—and his latest quarry is a ruthless assassin. One woman stands in his way: the seductive, cool-as-ice bodyguard, Renata. But Renata’s powers are put to the test when a loved one, a child, is threatened and she’s forced to turn to Niko for help. As the two join forces, as desire fans the flames of a deeper hunger, Renata’s life is under siege by a man who offers the exquisite pleasure of a blood bond—and a passion that could save or doom them both forever.…

Veil of Midnight by Lara Adrian

I finished reading this novel at around 11:30 PM last night and decided to wait until now…13 hours later to review it because of how tired I was. Veil of Midnight is the fifth book to Lara Adrian’s midnight breed series.

I found this book to be enjoyable yet much more dark and violent compared to the first four. There are some upsetting scenes and a tear jerker at one point. If you like happy romance stories, there might be a better book out there besides this one.

This book is based along the Russian warrior named Nikolai and his adventures in Montreal as he searches for a Russian gen one named Sergei Yakut. Yakut has a member of his personal guard who happens to be a breedmate who’s attached to a young girl named Mira who wears a veil to hide her special breedmate talent. Nikolai runs into a bit of trouble with the two and all hell breaks loose as Dragos comes to the property.

I would recommend this book to anyone who doesn’t mind any graphic nature (and I mean any) and who enjoys a book that keeps you reading and entertained right until the end. I still find the fourth book, Midnight Rising (Rio+Dylan), to be my favorite of the series so far.

I’d rate this book a 4.5 out of 5. Yes I can do halves if I feel like it.

Well, I’m off to meet a few friends at the mall and then to start the sixth book of the series: Ashes of Midnight.

anonymous asked:

Then te signs as your favourite songs? :)

I’m gonna do mine and then Christy is gonna come back and add hers later!


Ariel - Bulls In The Bronx by Pierce the Veil
Christy - Sometime After Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event


Ariel - Drugs or Me by Jimmy Eat World
Christy - Keep Your Head Up by Ben Howard


Ariel - Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time - Panic! at the Disco
Christy - Video Games by Lana Del Rey


Ariel - Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
Christy - Flume by Bon Iver


Ariel - The Schuyler Sisters from the Hamilton Soundtrack
Christy - Blame It On Me by George Ezra


Ariel - Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds
Christy - The Rain Song by Led Zepplin


Ariel - Shut Up and Dance by Walk The Moon
Christy - Free Fallin by Tom Petty


Ariel - Queen Anne’s Lace by Sorority Noise
Christy - Sound Of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel


Ariel - Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple
Christy - Pretty Little Head by Eliza RIckman


Ariel - Do I Wanna Know? By Arctic Monkeys
Christy - Bloom by The Paper Kites


Ariel - Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots
Christy - Money by Pink Floyd


Ariel - Let Them In by PVRIS
Christy - Hero by Family Of The Year

samantha-girlscout asked:

Would doing Chrome?

A soft veil of midnight lavender curtains the sparkling pools of starlight. Her voice, soft, soothing, is the gentle whispers of your forgotten dreams. The slender girl danced with the shadows, her presence flitting, fleeting, fleeing. 

Sweet dreams. 

Purple Prose

Give me a character, any character, and I’ll write a paragraph or two describing them with ridiculous metaphors.

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed and gleam and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:—

Or like forgotten lyres whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest—a dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise—one wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:—

It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man’s yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
“Mutability”, Percy B. Shelley

—  “Mutability”, Percy B. Shelley

alecsm asked:

“What’s all this blood?!”

basic angst starters.
status: accepting

Under the veil of midnight, he had been almost certain that his actions would have gone unnoticed. Yet even the darkest hour of the night had its lurkers and Aurel found himself paying for his foolish mistake.

Palms tainted in crimson and a black knapsack possessively clutched at his side, the brunet directed his sharp gaze at the boy whom stood before him. A silent smile graced the mortician’s lips, a light curvature of his plump lips that would have gone noticed if it weren’t for the black facial mask that clothed the lower half of his features.

Nothing’s the matter,” Aurel remarked, his words airy as he clutched his bag tighter, nearly like a vice, “it isn’t my blood and I can ensure you that no person has been injured.”

€350 for one bottle ? BYREDO Night Veils review

I LOVE BYREDO perfumes, and it was no surprise I just had to order this sample pack with all the perfumes that belong to the “Night Veils” collection.

These very expensive scents (€350 for one bottle … which is ridiculous in my opinion) got my attention. Wanna know if it’s worth the money? Read my review below. 

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Veiled at Midnight Book 3 of trilogy Twilight of the British Raj by Christine Lindsay

Veiled at Midnight Book 3 of trilogy Twilight of the British Raj by Christine Lindsay

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Explosive and Passionate Finale to the trilogy Twilight of the British Raj The British Empire is coming to an end with the Partition of India. As millions flee to the roads, caught up in the turbulent wake is Captain Cam Fraser, his sister Miriam, and the beautiful Indian Dassah. Cam has never been able to put Dassah from his mind, ever since the days when he played with the orphans at the…

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Luis de Camöes, The Lusiad: or, The Discovery of India, 1798

Page 53: That living fire, by seamen held divine,
Of heaven’s own care in storms the holy sign,
Which midst the horrors of the tempest plays,
And on the blast’s dark wings will gaily blaze;
These eyes distinct have seen that living fire
Glide through the storm, and round my sails aspire.

Page 119: Not such the volley when the arm of Jove
From heaven’s high gates the rebel Titans drove;
Not such fierce lightnings blazed athwart the flood,
When, saved by heaven, Deucalion’s vessel rode
High o’er the deluged hills. Along the shore
The halcyons, mindful of their fate, deplore;
As beating round on trembling wings they fly,
Shrill through the storm their woeful clamors die.
So from the tomb, when midnight veils the plains,
With shrill, faint voice, the untimely ghost complains.

Page 124: The bright Orithia, threatening, sternly chides
The furious Boreas, and his faith derides;
The furious Boreas owns her powerful bands:
Fair Galatea, with a smile commands
The raging Notus, for his love, how true,
His fervent passion and his faith she knew.
Thus every nymph her various lover chides;
The silent winds are fettered by their brides;
And to the goddess of celestial loves,
Mild as her look, and gentle as her doves
In flowery bands are brought. Their amorous flame
The queen approves, and ever burn the same,
She cries, and joyful on the nymphs’ fair hands,
Th’ Eolian race receive the queen’s commands,
And vow, that henceforth her Armada’s sails
Should gently swell with fair propitious gales.

Footnote: —In innumerable instances Camoëns discovers himself a judicious imitator of the ancients. In the two great masters of the epic are several prophecies oracular of the fate of different heroes, which give an air of solemn importance to the poem. The fate of the Armada thus obscurely anticipated, resembles in particular the prophecy of the safe return of Ulysses to Ithaca, foretold by the shade of Tiresias, which was afterwards fulfilled by the Phaeacians. It remains now to make some observations on the machinery used by Camoëns in this book. The necessity of machinery in the epopoeia, and the perhaps insurmountable difficulty of finding one unexceptionably adapted to a poem where the heroes are Christians, or, in other words, to a poem whose subject is modern, have already been observed in the Preface. The descent of Bacchus to the palace of Neptune in the depths of the sea, and his address to the watery gods are noble imitations of Virgil’s Juno in the first Aeneid. The description of the storm is also masterly. In both instances the conduct of the Aeneid is joined with the descriptive exuberance of the Odyssey. The appearance of the star of Venus through the storm is finely imagined, the influence of the nymphs of that goddess over the winds, and their subsequent nuptials, are in the spirit of the promise of Juno to Bolus. …… And the fiction itself is an allegory exactly in the manner of Homer. Orithia, the daughter of Erecteus, and queen of the Amazons, was ravished and carried away by Boreas. Her named derived from … ‘bound’ or ‘limit,’ and … ‘violence,’ implies, says Castera, that she moderated the rage of her husband. In the same manner, Galatea, derived from … ‘milk,’ and … a ‘goddess,’ signifies the goddess of candor or innocence.